Master Of Sin Page 6

  I could almost see the glare on Hagen's face. No matter how he owned the fact people referred to him as the devil of the Lykaios brothers or Master of Sin or another of a multitude of names, it was apparent he hated people labeling him with his past. Well, it was apparent to me, anyway.

  "If you would follow me, I can lead you to the lounge."

  I nodded, following Damian down a marble-covered pathway. All the casinos in Vegas were built like mazes with something or another to distract you along the way.

  As we passed a section of ultra-high-end retail, I noticed a sign for the botanical gardens.

  I hesitated for a second. I was obsessed with nature, especially gardens and wanted to take a peek inside, but I didn’t want to seem rude and make Hagen wait.

  Damian must have seen my indecision and said, “Would you like to spend a few minutes looking at the gardens? Mr. Lykaios said to walk you through it if you were interested.”

  ”I can do it on my own. Just give me directions to the lounge. I can find my own way there once I'm done."

  He hesitated for a second and then nodded, giving me the directions. "If you get lost, here’s my card. It has my direct number on it."

  I smiled and made my way to the garden.

  The first thing I noticed when I entered was the balmy heat of the space and the intoxicating scent of fertile soil and plants. This was my kind of heaven, nature at its finest. There were areas partitioned to keep different species of flowers and organisms from vastly different regions of the world from cross-pollinating.

  For the next twenty minutes, I lost myself in the world of botanical beauty.

  When I made my way to the lounge, it was nothing like I expected. There wasn't even a sign giving any indication anything was in the area beside a large, overly bulked-up guard. He wore a tailored suit and had his arms crossed, displaying his tree-trunk arms. This was the exact type of guy Dara loved to have waiting on her at any given time.

  I approached him with a smile but he scowled.

  "Are you lost?" he asked in a "why are you wasting my time?" voice.

  "I'm Penny Kipos. Hagen is expecting me. I was told I'd find him here."

  "If that were true, Mr. Lykaios would have informed me. Go make an appointment with his secretary like everyone else."

  "If you contact Hagen, he will clear me."

  "Not happening, lady. Mr. Lykaios doesn't like to be disturbed. Now I suggest you run along."

  What the fuck? I wasn't some harpy who wanted to get Hagen.

  Well maybe I was, but Hagen had invited me to find him.

  "You've got to be kidding me."

  "Did I stutter?" He stepped toward me, towering his six-and-a-half-foot height over me. "Get lost, sweetheart. Mr. Lykaios is busy."

  My temper was at an all-time high. I was used to Dara treating me like shit, and I'd taken it from her for Adrian's sake, but I would never, ever take it from anyone else again. My days of letting assholes make me feel worthless were over.

  "You know what? I'll take care of this with a quick phone call."

  "Go right ahead."

  "I hope you have a new job lined up." I pulled out my phone and dialed Hagen's number. It might have been better to call Damian, but instinct said Hagen was the better choice.

  "Starlight. I was expecting you." The smooth rasp of his voice sent a shiver down my spine and eased my irritation from moments earlier.

  "I got caught up in the garden. It’s an Eden."

  "It was meant to be enjoyed by someone who appreciates it. Are you finished smelling the flowers?"

  "Yes, but I have a problem."

  "I'm listening."

  "The overgrown ape you have guarding access to the lounge just told me to get lost."

  "Did he now." His tone grew cold. "I'll take care of it."

  "Thank you."

  "One thing before I let you go."

  "Yes?"

  "Go inside with an open mind. You never know, you might like what you see."

  That was a strange request.

  "I'll do my best," I said and slid my phone back in my purse.

  The next thing I knew, the asshole was touching his earpiece and listening to something. His face turned ashen, and he looked at me with worry.

  Yes, dickhead, you're in trouble.

  After the bouncer pulled his hand back from his ear, he watched me with a bit of fear as sweat beaded his forehead.

  What had Hagen said to him?

  "I apologize, Sta…Ms. Kipos. I'm sure you understand my need to protect the boss."

  I lifted a brow. "Sure. I look like the type of woman who sneaks into a bar so I can seduce the owner."

  He didn't comment as he touched his ear again but moved aside and opened a heavy false wall to let me pass.

  I stepped into a dimly lit hallway. The distant sound of music echoing told me the lounge was strategically designed to be an invitation only.

  I turned the corner and gasped. This was like no lounge I'd ever encountered. The room was filled with couples and groups enjoying cocktails and food, but what surprised me was the way they were dressed. Women were clad in everything from gowns to barely there lingerie. The men wore a similar variety from three-piece suits to Speedos.

  I'd read about places like this in novels and on the Internet but never thought I'd see the inside of one in my life.

  Was this Hagen's way of implying this was what I'd get if I accepted his conditions?

  My heartbeat accelerated, and my cleft grew damp at the mere thought of it.

  I hadn't even seen the main attraction of the place, and I was aroused. I took a set of stairs up to another level.

  There were rooms discreetly set to give an illusion of privacy, except for the tables and chairs to provide optimal viewing of the action in the rooms.

  My skin tingled. There was a layer of hedonism in the air, and I couldn't help myself—I walked to the farthest room to begin my voyeurism.

  I spent the next few minutes perusing the rooms, lost in the fantasies created for the audience to enjoy.

  The music blared, and the couples all around me brought visions of what it would be like to be in those positions with Hagen. His hard tattooed body controlling my pleasure, controlling my need, controlling me.

  The room that drew my attention the longest held a submissive kneeling before her Dom as he stroked her hair. When he lifted her chin, there was nothing but adoration on her face. They both wore wedding bands, telling me they were more to each other than Dom and submissive.

  He offered her his hand, and she rose to stand. He led her to the center of the room where, from the ceiling, a long rope hung with two cuffs attached. The Dom took the submissive’s hands and attached them to the restraints. Her skin flushed as if she knew only pleasure awaited her.

  A drop of sweat slid down my spine, and the hum of need pulsing between my legs grew to a painful ache.

  The couple was so in sync that it was as if he knew her cravings before she did. He pulled out a length of rope from a nearby bag and began to weave it around her body. Layer after layer twined around each breast, making her nipples the only thing exposed. Then he started to work on the rest of her body. He created an intricate pattern that made her look like a flower opening, arms and legs wide. Then with a few precise knots and tugs, he had her hanging from the ceiling. Her knees were drawn up and splayed in the Dom's direction. She was utterly exposed but only to him.

  The look in the Dom's eyes and the erection pressing against his tight jeans told me he was beyond aroused for his submissive.

  A moan of longing nearly escaped my lips when the Dom began to finger his sub, and she orgasmed.

  The next thing I knew, the Dom walked up to the window and darkened the glass separating the club patrons from him and his submissive.

  I released a deep breath and turned to find Hagen leaning against a nearby wall, watching me with the same look of lust that covered the Dom's face.

  "I see you found a scene y
ou enjoy." His voice was thick and raspy, making me want to clench my thighs.

  "Is there someplace we can talk alone?" I managed to get out breathlessly, giving away how I was feeling after watching the scene.

  He studied me. His bright sapphire gaze burned into mine like flames. It took all my strength not to look away.

  "Follow me." He offered me his hand.

  I slid my palm over his and could swear I felt a shock of energy that coursed through every nerve in my body.

  He led me to an empty hallway and scanned his eye against a retinal panel, causing the door to open.

  We entered what I could only describe as a control room. There were monitors showing every aspect of the club covering two walls, a giant desk with stacks of papers and another table with three computers.

  "This is where you work?"

  A grin touched his lips. "This belongs to one of my partners. I technically am no longer part of the kink club’s infrastructure."

  "Technically?"

  "Yes. I'm an upstanding citizen now. My vices are nightclubs, restaurants, and Vegas shows."

  "Do you partake in these clubs?"

  He lifted a brow. "Occasionally. Why? Are you offering to be my submissive?”

  Heat flooded my cheeks at the thought of being on my knees for Hagen and letting him command my body.

  "Perhaps." I tried to play it cool, but there was no way to hide how much I wanted him.

  "Adrian tells me you need a place to stay." He moved in front of the desk and leaned back against it while folding his sculpted, tattooed arms across his body.

  Holy fuck, why did he have to be so mouthwatering?

  I shook my thoughts back and focused on the task I was here for. "Yes. Dara found out we met for lunch and fired me." I paused. "She said I was engaged in activities that went against the moral code of the company."

  "How is a lunch immoral? Besides, the only people who know what happened in the office are you and me."

  The flush on my face intensified as did the desire for the man who'd given me my first non-self-administered orgasm.

  Thankfully my voice remained calm when I said, "Apparently she had a clause put into the bylaws around the time of my father's death that stated executives are not allowed to engage in activities or associate with anything or anyone who has questionable businesses or practices."

  "And yet you still came and sought me out. Are the answers worth the risk?"

  "Yes. The company belongs to Adrian, and I will be damned if I’ll let Dara take his inheritance from him or hurt him in the process."

  He stood and walked toward me until he was barely a few inches from me. He trailed his fingers up my arms, making goosebumps prickle my skin.

  "So you're willing to accept my stipulations for helping you?"

  My breath began to come out a bit shallow and my heartbeat drummed into my ears.

  Here goes, Penny. Time to do something reckless.

  I set my hand on his chest, holding in a moan of desire. "I told you I was willing without the stipulation of your help."

  He grabbed my hand and moved it to the front of his pants, on top of his hard, thick length. "Be sure, Starlight. Once I take you, there’s no going back. You will be mine until this heat between us burns out."

  My mouth dried up, but I couldn't help but squeeze his cock. "I'm sure."

  "I will fuck you whenever and wherever I want. You will do everything I tell you to do. Which includes many of the things you saw in the club."

  I rubbed my fingers up and down his denim-covered length. "Are you trying to convince me to change my mind? Do you think the idea of kink frightens me?"

  A groan escaped his lips, and his breath grew shallow. "Fuck. I should do the right thing and send you packing, but I'm a selfish man and have wanted you longer than I can remember."

  I stared into his hypnotic gaze, swallowing to wet my parched throat, and then asked, "Does it look like I'm complaining?"

  "Starlight, you have no idea what you’re getting into. I won't give you false expectations of what will happen between us."

  "Then make it clear and see what happens," I challenged, giving his length a hard stroke.

  "You won't ever get nice and sweet from me." He cupped my throat, squeezed, and then slid his palm down the column of my neck and into the open collar of my shirt. "It will be raw, untamed, and dirty. I am as depraved and dark as the world believes. Especially when it comes to sex."

  My core clenched.

  "I want it dirty," I responded, feeling my nipples pebble as his pupils dilated.

  I'd spent my life living for others, now I took what I wanted even if it had a finite timeframe. No matter what happened, I'd never regret choosing this step.

  I squeezed up and down the length of his engorged cock. Hagen closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of my fingers.

  "I want it untamed."

  I circled the head of his length with my fingertip.

  "I want it raw." I pressed my body against him, trapping my hand between us.

  "You may end up regretting this." He paused, gripping my hair and tugging my head back.

  "It's a risk I'm willing to take."

  "You have a deal." He slammed his lips against mine.

  Immediately, the desire I'd felt for this man burst free. I met his mouth's demands with my own. The kiss we'd shared at his lounge was nothing compared to this. The taste of him exploded in my mouth, bourbon with a hint of orange. His kiss was all consuming and primal. It was as if he was starved to taste me and now that he had, he would consume all of me. His tongue rolled against mine, causing a low moan to escape my lips.

  I knew it would be like this. My body burned for him, and all we'd done so far was kiss. My breasts swelled against the confines of my bra, and my clit throbbed.

  I lifted my arms around his shoulders, letting him walk me back until my ass hit the edge of the large desk.

  "God, you’re perfect." He lifted his hand to my waist, pulling my top over my head and discarding my bra, and then slid his palm under the swell of my breast, squeezing the mound while pinching the tip with his index finger and thumb.

  "More." I gasped as I began to unbutton his shirt. The feel of his callused hand was like lightning firing all along my skin. My body ached for more. My nipples ached for more. Hell, my pussy was dying for more.

  He released my mouth for only long enough to rid himself of his shirt before he was back, devouring me.

  If his drugging kisses were something I was already addicted to, then what would happen once he fucked me?

  I'd find out my answer soon enough.

  He shimmied my skirt over my hips as he set me on the edge of the desk and settled himself between my legs. His thick, hard cock rubbed against my soaked slit, and all I could do was throw my head back as my pussy spasmed, wanting nothing more than him filling me.

  His breath was coming in hard pants as if he were running a marathon, and his eyes blazed with untamed need.

  His thumb hooked onto the sides of my panties, and in one swift pull, my underwear was history. "I promise next time we'll go slower, but I need to be inside you. I've dreamed about you clamping down on me for too long and through too many fantasies."

  He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and fished for a condom. I watched him as he freed his enormous cock from his pants. A pang of worry crept in. This was so going to hurt.

  He must have seen my reaction because he stopped, closing his eyes for a second.

  "We can stop any time, Starlight," he gritted out.

  My heart skipped a beat, knowing he would stop for me. He had the world fooled, but not me.

  Instead of responding, I wrapped my fingers around his steel length, pumping up and down while taking his hand and pressing it against my swollen folds. "I don't want to stop. I want you to make this ache between my legs go away."

  A flash of surprise entered his eyes and was quickly replaced with fire. He circled my clit over and over u
ntil I was on the verge of madness and then right when I was about to go over, he pressed his sheathed cock into my sopping pussy.

  Immediately, I braced myself for the invasion and the pain.

  "God, you're so tight," he said through clenched teeth. "How long has it been for you?"

  He pulled out a fraction and pushed all the way in, making me stiffen and bite my lip.

  "Fuck," I gasped. "That hurt more than I thought it would."

  Maybe I should have told him I was a virgin. No, it was better this way.

  Hagen froze and stared down at me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "Because I knew you wouldn't go through with it." I tried to shift to bring him deeper, but he gripped my hips.

  "Starlight," he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. "Your first time shouldn't be like this. And especially not with me."

  I cupped his face. "I've wanted you since I was a kid. It's only right that you're my first."

  There was raw emotion in his gaze, making me lift my face to kiss him.

  "Hagen?"

  "Yes."

  "You can move now."

  A smile touched his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

  He pulled all the way out, leaving only the crest of his cock inside my channel and then slammed back in.

  I cried out as the pain disappeared and was replaced by a deep-seated need.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Hagen

  * * *

  I WAS SO GOING to hell, and I couldn't care less.

  She'd given me her virginity and had no clue what that meant. She was mine. I'd wanted her for far too long to turn back now.

  Her wet pussy clamped around my cock, and it took all my strength not to come on the spot.

  I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the large sofa in the corner of the room, making sure my cock stayed buried deep in her heat.

  This was definitely not how her first time was supposed to be, but I'd do my damnedest to make this good for her. She deserved to be seduced, to be cherished, to be loved by a man worthy of her.

  Why the fuck she chose me made no sense. My hands had done unspeakable things, and she wanted them on her.